My name is Sylvia Simon, I live in country T with my mom; a single parent who works as a cleaner. In few days time, I will be eighteen year old and I know my birthday won't be celebrated and I doubt my mom will even remember to wish me "a happy birthday". It has always been like that, mom is a workaholic, so, I don't blame her. She does her best to ensure I live a good life.
Oh! How I hate that nincompoop whose picture I was shown when I clocked twelve, and who I have known to be my father. Forgive me for addressing him with such a pleasant name. Right now, I can't think of a bad name to address him. The man is a scum and a weakling.
Like I was told by my mom, she engaged in high school romance with Derek and her parents were against it. Most times, her parents would ground her because they didn't want her to be seen with the opposite sex, especially Derek. Due to the fact that she was head over heels for him
Derek
, she felt her parents were being unnecessarily wicked. Every weekend she would lie to her parents that she was going to a female friend's house to study, but she would go to Derek's house instead. Since Derek was always home alone for weekends, they ended up being intimate. Eventually, she became sick and when she was taken to the hospital by her parents for a check up, they realized she was three weeks pregnant. She had to drop out of school since abortion wasn't an option as her parents were devout christians.
When she told Derek about the pregnancy, he outrightly denied responsibility for the pregnancy, and called her a slutty bitch.
Thereafter, life wasn't all Rosy for my mom. Mom has refused to tell me about the whereabouts of my grandparents, but I believe I will get to see them someday. It's sad to say, but I am a product of my mother's mistake. I don't relate well with the opposite sex because I don't trust them and I don't want to end up like my mother. I love enjoying my own company.
I was seated in class thinking deeply about my life, when my eyes subconsciously fell on a girl clouded in a lilac gown,and a pair of white sandals. She was seated in a corner of the class, crying and bitting her nails. I couldn't stand the appaling sight, why will a girl who should be around my age be crying and behaving like a baby? I hate seeing others in pain, so, I decided to approach her and know the cause of her misery. To my utmost surprise, she was crying because she was reprimanded by the class prefect for talking in class. I had to console her and tell her the 'do's and don't's' of the class,and school in general, so as to avoid such incident from repeating itself in future. While we were still talking, we heard the sound of the bell for the first class, and I knew it was time to go back to my seat. We have English language first and it happens to be my second best subject.
Miss Brenda, the English language teacher, walked into the class looking happy and lively. "I can see some new faces," she said. Can the beautiful girl in lilac dress, please introduce herself?"
The girl stood up and introduced herself as Belinda James. It happened to be the girl I chatted with earlier on.
"What a nice name for a cry baby!" I thought to myself.
The teacher moved over to the business of the day. She introduced a new and interesting topic, and Belinda answered all the questions the teacher asked in class. I believe she had a fore knowledge of the topic.
"She seems to be a clever chap, it wouldn't be bad to be her friend," I thought out loud.
Soon, I was done with the classes for the day, and I decided to trek home since my house is just a fifteen minute walk from school. I was about to open the gate, when I perceived the aroma of a meal, I immediately presumed it should be my favorite 'pasta'. I couldn't stop myself from salivating.
"Wow! So mom decided to prepare my favorite meal today," I exclaimed. "That's thoughtful of her."
Immediately i entered the sitting room, I plunked my bag on the table, gave the sitting room a cursory glance,before sitting on the sofa, exhausted. The room was painted in black colours, and was adorned with silver curtains that gave the windows in the room a befitting atmosphere, on an elevated platform was a television set and a decoder. A black rug was at the center of the sitting room and an oval-shaped glass table was on top of it. Two pictures were on the wall, and a big clock hung on the wall above one of the curtains in the sitting room. I stood up from the sofa and touched one of the pictures, it was a picture of my mother and i when I was a year old. Mom looks very young in the picture and I look extremely beautiful. I am no doubt a replica of my mother. I moved over to the next picture, it was the picture of the man that was supposedly called my father. I felt like ripping his heart apart.
"Why did my mom even place his picture in the sitting room? Could it be that she still has feelings for him?" I soliloquized.
I stood in front of the picture for about two minutes, thereafter, i strolled to the kitchen.
"Good afternoon, mom." I greeted.
"Welcome back from school, princess." mom answered. "How was school today? Hope it wasn't stressful? Were you given an assignment?"
"Mom, can you please ask one question at a time?" I pleaded literally rolling my eyes.
Mom tried to explain. "I'm sorry my princess, I was only..."
"I know mom." I said cutting her short Midway through her sentence. "By the way, I am fucking hungry and I know you prepared my favorite meal. You are the best mom in the world."
"Don't ever use the f-word in this house again" my mom corrected pretending to be angry.
"Yes captain!" I replied amidst laughter.
"Alright, go and wash up."
After having a shower, I wore black shorts and singlet, and went to the dinning room for lunch. I still can't believe i consumed two plates of pasta within ten minutes and gulped three glasses of water. The food was really scrumptious you know.
